239 The Faces inside of a Dream
Justice was walking around the hall, he was already standing in the corner for almost two hours as they were back at the inn. Brom told them what happen to Anne when they went away.
“Luckily, Heirim heard the conversation and goes inside, only to see her running away.”
Vale and Justice shared a look. “Wait, did you just say… That the witch of the mountain running away when she looks into Heirim?” Asked Vale to Brom.
Brom shrugged his shoulder. One of his antic whenever he was exhausted to speak about anything. “You can ask Henry after he wakes up. He was also there.”
“Where’s Henry right now?” Justice asked him, thinking that he was sleeping in their share bedroom.
“He was sleeping in Anne’s room,” Brom said to them, unbothered by the chaos that he just ensued.
“What?! That adonis f*cker got to share a skin while sleeping in the same bed?!” Xavier was livid, if only not for Justice and Vale, that holding him tightly before he make another reckless decision.
“Just calm down, Xavier, even if they share a room, it doesn’t mean something was happening.” Says, Justice.
Vale, also trying to calm him down. “Remember when we were protecting Anne every day? We sleep in the same hut, but she makes a bed for us to sleep in, that must be the case here.”
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Justice nodded his head. “Yes! Yes! Vale was right. Anne knew that Henry rarely had a nightmare if he got closer to Anne.”
Finally, after a short argument, Xavier opts to go to his bedroom and take a rest, Arthur and King Edward already in their respective bedroom, don’t want to involve themselves in a trivial matter of a relationship.
“Do you trust Henry?” Asked Vale, after they saw Xavier enter his own bedroom.
Justice took a long sigh and spoke. “No! From all of us, he was the most womanizer of them all.” He shakes his head and chuckles. “I mean, the man even admitted that he lost his virginity while we are still at the academy.”
“Academy? So… seventeen?!” Vale’s eyes got widened at the realization.
“Tried, sixteen, and by one of the respected noble ladies, nonetheless.” Whispered Justice to his distraught best friend. “Not to mention, afterward, he got a bit addicted.”
Rolling his eyes, Vale looks into Justice. “Well, thank goodness for the infertility spell, then.”
Justice raised his glass to Vale. “Indeed.”
Back to the current time, when Vale also decides to go back to his share bedroom with Xavier. Justice, on the other hand, got worried and stuck in the corner of the hall where Anne’s room was located. After two hours, Henry walks outside the room, carefully, because he doesn’t want to awaken Anne.
The crown prince was panicking and finally made up a story. “I was looking for you. where have you been?” Justice asked him, noticing that his face was pale. He approached his friend immediately. “Henry, what happened?”
His eyes were looking around the hall. He was panicking and said to Justice. “I… I saw the person’s face. I finally saw the killer in my nightmare.”
“What?! Henry, are you sure?” Justice, looking around the hall, doesn’t want everyone to hear about this, so he opts to take Henry to Vale and Xavier’s room.
The two men got disturbed by the crown prince, who wakes them up and explained the situation.
Xavier’s yawned and glared at Henry. “So, are you not sleeping in the same bed with Anne? Not even… ummm… You know.”
Henry looks distraught at Xavier. “No… Xavier! I was sleeping with a blanket on the floor. Anne was trying to let me have a good rest, happy?!”
“Oh my God, I was just asking a question, you don’t have to be so mad.” Muttered Xavier, a bit afraid by Henry’s annoyance at him.
Justice patted his back, feeling amused by their exchange. “Now, now, wolfy.” And then he turns around to see Henry. “Now, tell us, who’s the killer in your dream?”
Henry went quiet, his hand clasped together, while his eyes goes to stare at the floor. “Believe it or not, it was you.” The other three were shocked, and even more surprised when Henry said. “The three of you.”
“What?! Henry, we never even considered doing something that horrible to you.” Vale was the one who got so surprised, he remember the day when he accidentally killed Chief Carla, and even the thought of killing his best friend, will never occur in his mind.
Henry looks into Vale. He knows what is going on inside the mind of the youngest of the four. He tried to calm him for a bit. “Don’t worry, I know, Vale, I know.”
“What exactly happened in this dream of yours?” Asked Justice again.
He tried to remember the detail, “Well, first it was you, with your red hair and ruby red eyes, stabbing me with your dual daggers, and the second one, in another scene, comes Xavier, gnawing at me on his werewolf form…” He cleared his throat, a bit nervous about the next part of the story. “The last scene… It was you, Vale, you… you cast your powerful thunder-lightning magic and burn me to a crisp.”
Vale turn around, and with a frown on his face, he asked Henry. “Lightning magic? But I have a less affinity for lightning magic. I don’t even have any high-level spell that is associated with lightning.” He stands up and begins pacing around the room. “Your dream isn’t a premonition, right? I mean, it was probably just some mixed-up judgment and it become a reality inside of your dream.”
Henry rustled his hair in his frustration. “But that was happening in my dream, your faces, and…” Somehow, he forgot another detail from his dream. He looked around the room and muttered. “There was… a woman, she was always screaming, and calling my name, crying when I was on the brink of the death door.”
“Was it Anne?” Asked Xavier to him.
Shaking his head, he looks at Xavier. “No, it wasn’t her, because there’s only one young woman who has the privilege of calling me brother.” He shakes his head in disbelief. “It was Heirim.”
